of Montreal – Virgilian Lots (Guitar)

A                                E
The pigs are taking shots at the mourners on the hill

    A                        F#         B
I'm truly not neutral, but I lost all direction

  Dm                 F
Today I woke ready to blow the bridge

    Dm                         A
For finding you hand over your mouth

    Dm                   Eb
So instead I burn my own village down

    G#m          D#m7    C#m7
I'm grieving for you, my love

            C#m                     F#
And I don't understand what's going on

A                                                 E
Just as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac, we were once stable

   A                                 F#           B
So sad I must bury every thought of you before it shows its teeth

Dm            F                Dm                  A
Now I amuse myself with a tibias form of Virgilian lots

         Dm                Eb
Like your neo-feminist divinations

    G#m          D#m7    C#m7
I'm grieving for you, my love

            C#m                     F#
And I don't understand what's going on

C#m7                                       F#
All my memories, once almost sacred, are embarrassments to me now

             Eb                                            G#m
Of the three things I find most shocking, the first is how trivial you are

C#m7                                          F#
The second is my depth of feeling; third, the purity of our collapsed -

G#m          D#m7    C#m7
Grieving for you, my love

            C#m                     F#
And I don't understand what's going on